#nofable.

❛   funnily enough,   i’d worked that out myself,   thanks.   ❜   harry speaks scathingly,   doing his best to restrain the annoyance that twitches within him at such an obvious observation.   he stares down at the once bubbling cauldron,   now shattered to bits beneath his touch,   potion spilled out across the table.   how was he meant to know the potion would burn through the cauldron ?!   it wasn’t as if he’d ever really fancied potions   (   his mind wanders to a certain professor that had perhaps drained the excitement from it   ),   and even if he had,   he hadn’t read anywhere of this occurring.

harry feared he must admit that it had taken years for him to understand that one’s house did not determine who they were.   he’d found his own identity in gryffindor and it appeared as though the universe were intent upon showing him that slytherins were to be opposed.   certainly,   deep down,   he’d always known not all of them to be vile,   but theo had not been one of the few who broke the mold.   or so he had believed.   both were older now,   no longer confined to the roles they were meant to play in a war larger than either of them had been.   things were different now   ...   and so were they.

there was no point to assume theodore nott to have bad intentions.   he settles into a seat across from the other with a weak smile,   ❛   it wasn’t as if we were best friends.   ❜   he could point out all the ways that life as the boy who lived had not been as easy as it had seemed either,   but it wasn’t the time nor the place.   ❛   i haven’t seen you at three broomsticks in ages.   i was curious.   ❜   he wanted to know what brought him back.   it wasn’t as if it were reserved for hogwarts employees and students but they were the most common patrons.

harry’s chin rests in the palm of his hand,   glasses falling down his nose as he fights to stay awake.   they’d been tasked with a rather bothersome project for charms class and,   worst of all,   the third person in their assigned group hadn’t been hermione.   instead,   it’d been a boy from hufflepuff named connor doyle that harry hadn’t actually known was in the class.   ❛   you reckon if we tell professor flitwick he’s come down with a case of boils he’ll give us more time  ?   ❜

probably not.   the more he thought about it,   the more of a bad idea it began to sound.   but at this rate,   the project would never be finished in time for class the next day.   he holds back a chuckle,   ❛   he could draw them on himself.   ❜   the poor guy had gotten lost on the way to their meeting,   or harry assumed so,   considering him and ron had been here for hours and connor had yet to show up.   surely the staircases were confusing but they’d all been here for years,   he couldn’t have gotten lost due to them   ...   right ?